Not A Good Week

Last Thursday, I came into the house from the garage and heard Aloma calling me.  From
the sound of her voice, I could tell that something was wrong. I hurried to the sound and
looked in the bathroom.   Aloma had fallen and was wedged between the toilet and wall, stuck
so tight that she couldn’t move her arms, legs or body.  I knew that I couldn’t get her up
and immediately called 911. Within a few minutes, two EMTs showed up and were able to move
her.  They checked her out and discovered an irregular heartbeat and transported her
to the hospital.

After her stress calmed down, her heartbeat returned to normal and tests that night and the
next morning, including a stress test, showed that her heart was perfectly normal.  She was
released from the hospital. What a scare for me--and for her!!

The very next Monday, I had a colonoscopy and endoscopy, early in the morning after a
miserable night.  During the endoscopy, I inhaled fluids from my stomach causing increasing
discomfort. By noon, I was rasping and by 2:00 it was so bad that I couldn’t talk and had
chills,my temperature spiking.  Aloma took me to emergency where I was diagnosed with
pneumonia, put on antibiotics and told that I would be in the hospital for at least two nights.

I responded so well to the antibiotics that I was released the next day.  After two days at
home and many pills, I am feeling much better, although I realize it will be some time
before I’m completely over it.

We’re still planning on celebrating Jennifer and Ben’s (our grandson) birthdays and then
leave for the beach on Monday to complete our vacation that was interrupted by the forced
evacuation caused by Hurricane Florence.

Aloma and I don’t need any more weeks like this one.

Seasoned Man

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